2/56 The eviction letter

At the end of last year, I decided to become openly aware of how beautiful 2017 had been. I warned myself that t’s always dangerous to say it out loud.

I also repeated myself that I wouldn’t let a stupid invisible fear lessen what I was feeling, and that I would have faced the next difficulty at due time.

The due time is now, and I’m not that ready as I thought I would be.

So, here is the sad story.

Yesterday afternoon, somebody delivered me and my other 4 neighbours a letter saying “The house you rent is being sold. You have to leave in 56 days”.

My world of the last 3 years crumbled in the few seconds it took to read that letter.

Of course, there was a meeting between the neighbours, and everyone of us had their own reality and needs. The way this happened was just brutal, not a little human touch from the agency. Just a cold template of a letter left to some individuals occupying a few properties.

I felt like being in a bubble, not able to distinguish the memories of these 3 years from the thoughts that were trying to understand the present reality.

I spent my afternoon crying, just daydreaming of what had been and what could be.

My logical side of the brain just switched off.

Until two of my friends came to save me, bringing me out for a drink and movies, while my head was exploding for all the crying.

I came back home feeling my resoluted side starting to wake up again. That part that always calls for battle, that’s always armoured against a too harsh reality, the one that always has a solution for fate’s riddles.

This morning, my head wass still bad, and my stomach was responding to the mental stress with cramps. So I stayed at home from work, decided to rest and let the useful side of the brain waking up again completely.

That didn’t happen. My impulsive side ordered me to get up and make an agencies tour. I visit 7 of them, all saying they don’t have anything to offer at the moment.

Considering the rental madness in Galway, I decided to look for a house to buy.

Today I visited one of the couple of properties available on the market on my budget, but I’ll tell you more in the next 54 days.

Yes, I decided to keep a diary here.

I decided to use this tool as a therapy to process this shock and share this experience with you.